The writing of one's story can be full of revelation for the writer and the reader. As I have begun to put words on a page, it has allowed me to identify and name some of the emotions.
This was the request from my husband as we stood 3 feet apart in our dining area. Can we just rest? Because we need it. We had both been running in many directions all morning trying to "light "around our back porch table but distractions were everywhere.
I want to invite you to picture the scene with me. John and I are leaving our neighborhood the other day. Up ahead I see a golf cart being driven by a ten-year-old boy (I'm guessing the ages), clearly the oldest of the group. He has a co-pilot a few years younger. The youngest of these three is probably 7 and he is on an old worn out child's battery operated 4-wheeler. Looking on as a bystander and the possible look out is another boy on a bicycle. Visualize with me the scene. It is a summer morning and few adults are traveling this neighborhood road. The two older boys have tied a rope from the golf cart to the worn out battery operated 4-wheeler. After closer inspection not only is the 4- wheeler old, it has at least one flat tire. The older boys are driving the golf cart at a good pace then stopping and turning at the same time so that the youngest boy goes flying out to the side of the golf cart. He is holding on tight so that he keeps on the moving or flying mode of...
For me, porch time is essential to my health. John and I can tell when we have missed it for a few days. For us, it is a place of connection, not only to each other but to nature. To reconnect with the Creator of nature.
Do you want me to teach you some golf etiquette? This was the question posed by my husband as we finished hole number 3 at The Champions Golf Course in Fort Worth Texas today. My immediate answer was "of course, you know I do"
Just Begin writing. Being somewhat a perfectionist, and by that I mean wanting to do things right and without "too many attempts" beginning our ministry blog is both exciting and a little scary. Let me start with a short introduction as to how this dream began and I hope over time we will become friends and a source of encouragement.